Name: Violette Perwinkle Robinson

Age: 17

Appearance: Violette has dark, dark hair, which she has been growing out for a long time. Her eyes are a stormy shade of grey, and sometimes you can almost see lightning reflected in them. Her skin color is kind of tan, but not extremely. She wears a necklace with a little silver teapot charm, which was given to her by her mother.

Personality quirks: Violette is somewhat moody, and tends to feel all her emotions deeply. Her happiness is extremely happy, and when she's sad, usually she's miserable. She is very protective of her younger brother, Peter. She loves the idea of adventure. Violette is an ambivert- she has a few close friends and a bunch of more school-ish ones, but she doesn't draw her energy from spending time around them.

Skills: Violette is a poet, and loves to just sit in a tree and write. She plays the fife, is pretty good with rhythms, and likes origami.

Habits: Clicking her pen rhythmically, like a human metronome. Violette also randomly folds scraps of paper into origami.

Backstory: She and her two brothers, Garrett (older by 1 1/2 years) and Peter (younger by two), lost their mother a couple weeks after Violette turned ten. She died fighting in a war. Their father couldn't support his family on his own, so they all went to give live on her aunt and uncle's farm. Violette is in her junior year of high school, and spends some time helping out at a local animal sheter.

Things that drive your character: She's not exactly driven by anything, but she would go to the ends of the earth to help her family.

Memories that have stuck with your character (can be in narrative format): She clearly remebers finding out that her mother had died, her father becoming unable to support her family, and then moving across states to go live with her aunt and uncle. 

Moments, words, and/or people that have shaped your character: She is defined by mostly pleasant memories; winning a poetry contest, playing with her second-cousins and brothers, sitting in a tree when the leaves begin to change colour and reading her favorite book. But she still feels and remembers an aching sadness from when she lost her mom.

Someone your character cares about in their life (can be another RPer or someone from your character or another character's backstory): Peter, her brother, but aso the rest of her family.

Someone your charater is jealous of (same rules apply): Violette is jealous of her second cousin, Maddie, who is her age and seems to have everything- happiness, a complete family, and a pool.

@Quill- maybe she knows Avalynn?

Name: "Corvus," or Lockwood Crowe

Age: Young Adult

Appearance: He has long, coiled black hair tied back in a short ponytail. His slight frame and wide eyes give him a girlish appearance. He doesn't care all that much. He has dark skin and mahogany-toned eyes. He wears mostly pale blue and black, and looks very scruffy. His nails are short and bitten to the quick. There are scars on the sides of his face in meticulous, curving patterns. He is shockingly stealthy.

Personality: Nervous, trying his best to be brave. Wants what's best for everyone, doesn't understand why others are so... selfish. Seems very innocent. A smart boy who knows to stay out of trouble and let the big people trod on him a bit if that placates them. Acquiesces easily in all matters but moral ones; sticks to those morals with a passion. Cries easily. Is very jittery. Has been following a young man named Eris around (see backstory, etc.)

Skills: Resourceful, has some kind of dark magic (though he has to be pushed sternly to use it), very agile and fast on his feet.

Habits: Biting his nails, staring at other people, muttering to himself.

Backstory: Escaped servitude to a man who "collected" magical beings like Lockwood. Gave himself the name Corvus after reading it in a Latin inscription. He is an "immortal" being (who can die of sickness or injury but otherwise does not age) and believes he was sent to Earth to do good.

Things that drive Lockwood: The will to do good, attempts at courage, finding out who he is and what he is meant to do

Memories: Being held in a mother's arms, screaming, as two men tried to pull him away--his mother pressing a paper into his hands, a paper that read "Eris"--his mother letting out an unearthly cry as she tore the men to--

Things that have shaped him: Being a forced servant, seeing the injustice in the world, watching a man die.

Someone your character cares about: In a way, he cares about Eris. He has been tracking and watching Eris long enough that he wants to help, but is terrified to approach the "young" man...

A part!

Corvus' heart jerked against his ribs as the twig snapped beneath his foot.

Sweat burst upon his dark brow as curls of wind ruffled through his hair; he wrapped his arms slowly around himself, breath coming quicker with every second. The young man in front of him turned.

Corvus' breath caught. The boy was handsome, in a strange and ethereal way, with a small and lithe body stiff and poised, until you looked at his face. In all of his days of trailing the young man, Corvus had never seen the boy's face. It was obscured by a white-and-black mask, a smile scrawled leeringly on the front in a contorted smirk. Corvus stumbled back in fear.

"Hello."

Corvus jerked back at that moment. That voice-it had a haunting quality to it, and sounded too old to be coming from a boy that young. The man in the mask tilted his head.

"I'm so sorry," Corvus stuttered, tongue leaden, goosebumps flicking along his arms. "I was told to find you. Do you... do you collect Aztec masks? My mother-my mother said I'll die if I don't use the crow mask. Please. Please. I don't know what to do-I-I-"

"Who are you?" said Eris. Corvus blanched.

"I-I am Corvus. I had another name once. I forgot it." Corvus said, eyes glistening with panic. 

Imma start too!!1! (that was on purpose)

~Emmalyn

"Max?!  Gigi?!*" I yell, wandering through the trees.  I should not have agreed to go hiking with the rest of my family.  I'd much rather be watching Nate** draw.  I call out again.  I'm sure I'll find them.  Maybe I'll actually get some attention this time.  I make a mental note to write about this experience when I get home.  

Then I see another person approaching.  She looks about my age, though she is clearly taller than I am.  She might know the way back to the trail.  I start walking towards her, though she doesn't seem to want to interact with me.

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@EG - Can this be Isadora?  I kinda want them to be friends or something just becuase they're kind of opposites. 

Avalynn~

I hiked through the forest, pausing every few paces to break off a sliver of bark from an Elm tree. There were so many... I checked my GPS to make sure these were the right coordinate. I was a bit uncertain when I arrived at the old park that was constantly closed "for repair", but I was in the right place. After scouring thousands of old newspapers and old tapes, I'd finally found my clue- it was a TV news report from years ago, about this park, and in the background, behind the new reporter, I saw a grainy image of my brother's baseball cap lying on the ground. I had recognized it immediately, for it was unique. I'd made it for him. The cap wasn't there anymore, but he had to have been here. I ducked under a branch, then, reconsidering, backtracked and climbed the tree. The bark was rough under my hands, and there were a lot of knots that were good as handholds. I climbed onto a higher, sturdy branch and let my eyes roam around the view. I saw an old, abandoned mansion past the edge of the woods that I'd never heard about. What was in it? My imagination was spinning when a voice surprised me from behind.

"Thank goodness! I was so, so worried I was lost!" i yelped, and promptly fell out of the tree.

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Said person can be anyone! 

Eris looked at Corvus, surprised but not alarmed. Eris wondered how long the kid had been following him. Days? Weeks? Months? When he thought about it, he remembered seeing him in one of the shops he had been investigating. Hm. He wondered what he should do with him. While he seemed not much of a threat, Eris worried that he might spread rumors about him being here. He wasn't in the most... Friendly relationships with some people.

Wait. Corvus knew Eris had hunted Aztec Masks. That is interesting. Eris frowned underneath the mask. And he also mentioned a crow mask. Crow mask? He must be referring to... "I might be able to help you," Eris folded his arms behind his back, his head tilted slightly into the air. "But I'm afraid that I will need... something in return." Corvus smiled weakly, his eyes brightening a bit.

"O-okay... And what's that?" Corvus rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I'm not entirely sure yet. Perhaps you can come along with me so once I do you will know," Eris said, clasping his hands together. While this wasn't completely false, the main reason was so Eris could keep an eye on Corvus. If he became a bother, well, he would just kill him.

Eris twirled on his heel and strode forward onto the mountain. Corvus followed uneasily, and Eris could feel his wide-eyed stare boring into the back of his head. Who was this guy? And why the heck was he following Eris? 

Later, as Eris bent down to investigate another pile of garbage, he felt a tap on the shoulder. Eris looked up. It was Corvus. He pointed to something in the distance and muttered, "Look."

Eris' eyes widened slightly. It was an abandoned mansion, large and ancient. Its windows were cracked and dusty, and the bricks were broken and lopsided. It might have looked beautiful if it weren't aged.

Eris moved toward it, fascinated. "I wonder if-"

"Thank goodness! I was so, so worried I was lost, " someone yelped from above Eris. Eris then winced as a large thump was heard, following by a groan.

It was a girl, a teenager, with curled brown hair that was now completely messed up after the fall. Her green eyes stared up at Eris, relieved but also slightly suspicious. Actually, it was more fearful then relieved at this point. Ah, must be the mask.

"Who are you?" The girl questioned, quickly getting up and dusting herself.

"My name is Eris. A pleasure to meet you," Eris introduced himself, bowing slowly. He glanced at Corvus. This didn't seem to be new information to him. Eris straightened himself back up again.

"I'm... Corvus," Corvus nervously shifted his feet. 

"Now that I have said my name, perhaps you could say yours?" Eris took a slight step forward, cocking his head to one side. 

The girl hesitated, her eyes darting to Corvus and Eris and back again. "...Avalynn."

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I'm sorry if I didn't get the personalities right! I'm still getting used to RPing. 

Hey yall! Glad this is up and running, but Im having a hard time starting. I had a really busy week last week and now I am just jumping back into school, so if maybe someone else could introduce him into the story? If not thats fine, I was just wondering. I cant Rp ata ll tomorrow and probobly not at all this week unless my school slows down, but it doesnt look like thats happening. Thanks! 

PS Whirlwind says "rike". 

STORY

Azalea watches from her perch as everyone slowly comes together below. Derik is the last to enter the clearing. In one fist, she squeezes tight the note she used to blackmail him. It was written on a pink message slip. She had retrieved it for later. Words hold power. 

"They're all here," she says to the branch beside her. But only quivering leaves answer her. Her companion was gone.

Azalea stoll a quick look at Avalynn, but yanked her eyes away. Shifting a little, Azalea grabbed the glittering pink purse at her hip and opened it to reveal a stack of pink message slips and a miniature magenta pen. She dropped the crumpled blackmail note inside, and withdrew a fresh message slip. Removing the pen, she scribbled a single word.

And let it fly off her hand towards the group gathered at the edge below. As soon as the paper left her fingers, it blew upward and became a pink butterfly with odd ink markings on its back. The letters spelled one word. 

Jump.  

Aaa I don't want to seem like a nitpicker and its completely my fault for not putting this in his bio, but Eris would probably never take off this mask. He wouldn't want people looking at his face, and he pretty much can't survive without it. 

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This was becoming some sort of surreal dream. Eris had come for a Native American Mask, and now this? Who were all these people, and why where they here?

Who was this Derik person? He had come out of nowhere--But then, so had everyone else-- and seemed way too relaxed. The sort of relaxed guilty people seem to take, to seem unsuspicious.

"Does anyone understand what this means?" Corvus shifts around, glancing at everyone wide-eyed. Oh yes, the message. Jump. Eris tried not to sigh. He hated not knowing something.

"Isn't it easy to figure out? Jump? We're right next to a cliff." Derik crossed his arms impatiently. He then proceeded to drop his backpack and climb down the cliff. The others exchanged alarmed glances.

Eris fixed the mask on his face and cheerfully followed. He understood that whoever gave them the message probably wasn't going to kill them, at least not yet. The person seemed to have a power above them that gave them an advantage. 

Derik looked at Eris in surprise. "Aren't you going to take that off?" Eris fixed the strap on his backpack.

"I'd rather keep my things safe. Thanks for the thought though." Eris gave him a polite look before continuing onto the mountain. 

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Sorry, literally no plot development. I might continue this if no one posts. I would write more except I need to get to sleep.  

Maybe Violette isn't part of Azalea's orginal plan, but she's in the right place at the right time?

Violette~

I want to yell at myself when my phone rings in my backpack pocket. Usually people text me, and only call me when I don't respond- I must have missed a bunch of texts. When I finally get it and answer, it's my brother Garrett.  "Violette! Where are you? I've been trying to text you for ten minutes."

"Shoot, I'm sorry, I really am. I just wanted to go for a walk, and nobody was home and and I guess I forgot to leave a note or something. I'm at the state park." I tell him.

"Oh, okay. I was a bit worried; you just vanished without telling anybody where you were going. Try to be more responsible. Oh, wow, I sound like dad, don't I? Scary." He says.

"Yes, you do. Goodbye, O brother brat." I tell him, and then we both hang up. 'Brother brat' is our own inside joke, from the book From The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler that we both love. A noise startles me, just as I'm about to slip my phone back into my bag. Somebody is standing at the bottom of the cliff, and when I look up, several people are behind him, still climbing down.

"Hello?" I say, feeling somewhat nervous because of all the people around me.

AHHHH FLIP!!!  I FORGOT I WAS IN THIS!!  And, EG, it's totally fine what you did!  I was actually wanting to make her really talkative, and kinda sensitive about that like me, so it's perfect that you did that!

~Emmalyn

I don't say anything as Isadora tries to apologize.  I mean, we're at the path now, so she doesn't have to be here if she doesn't want to.  But yet she follows.  Whatever.

As we come to a clearing, I know for sure that this is not the same path I started on with my family.  There's a clearing with apparently a bunch of other people there.  "I - Um, what's happening here?"

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Sorry short post again but I'm still having writers block.........